I'd like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

All of a sudden there's a song - there in your hotel room playing your guitar - and you write it, and two or three years later it will come true. It keeps you on your toes.

There's only two kinds of music: the blues and zippety doo-dah.

Im the mold that grunge was grown in.

I'd like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain't no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I'm gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.

Now you wear your skin like iron